WEEK 1 - Online

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the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (1)

monday (41) survivors It had been three days since you had awoken. The ship was still quiet, except for the low hums of enigmatic machines with no apparent purpose. You awake, like usual, to dim lighting and poor rations. Perhaps being on the ship had grown monotonous — it was, perhaps, amazing how little anything seemed to happen in space, a final frontier of malaise. That monotony is crushed by a voice echoing through the narrow hallways. Reformatting . . . Reformatting . . . Reformatting complete. The Pygmalion is online. Welcome, travelers. Please assemble in the meeting room. Your presence is mandatory. Silence falls once again. A minute or so passes, and the lights around the ship finally brighten, the walls looking more alive and more unfamiliar — as if you must relearn the ship's interior once again. The robots on deck begin to make rounds, nudging and pushing at the ship's passengers to make their way to the meeting room. You hear the doors behind you lock. It seems there is only one path to take. ENTER COMMAND_

Comments

[mnasthai]

You think so? I don't see the point in such a thing.

[antietam]

Neither do I. Presumably they're giving us information, but if they're mixing it with jokes and lies, what're we supposed to believe? [ He shakes his head. ]

This is too much.

[mnasthai]

They must want something from us. Either that or they just want to keep us away from home, but they could have just killed us then. [ When he first arrived here he thought it was the latter, but after speaking with others, an ulterior motive was also a possibility.

But he still has no idea what they could want exactly.]

[antietam]

I wonder if this is all we're getting today. I thought something might be explained, but now we just know a little more about each other. [ And knowing more about people is not great. ]

If anything, it might create distrust.

[mnasthai]

Especially if there's misinformation here too. Do you think they want us to fight each other? [ The thought doesn't sit well with him, but he wouldn't be surprised at this point.]

[antietam]

[ He opens his mouth hoping to say no, but he can't really deny that possibility. Which really worries him. ] Well, there are some people who are kind of... unsavory. [ Glancing to Rhys. ]

And a lot of those people have been given weapons. At least, that's what it says.

[mnasthai]

Ah... there are. [Kazuma has been so caught up in his own that he hadn't really bothered to look at anyone elses in detail yet.]

I don't even know what a balisong knife is, so I certainly don't have any.

[antietam]

[ Kazuma does not seem to know much about what's being said about him. Suspicion increases... ]

Well, you'll probably see at some point. Let me know if you remember them. Or anything.

[mnasthai]

I will.

[ He sighs, and then tries to smile despite how confused he feels right now.]

My amnesia is even going to cause me problems here too huh...

[antietam]

[ So that's it. ] You can't remember some of your past?

[mnasthai]

Yeah.

I only remember as far back as seven years ago. [He looks away.]

[antietam]

[ That actually sounds pretty nice. But Kazuma does not seem happy about it. ]

Sometimes the best memories are the most recent ones. [ He shrugs. ] It's possible that these people might know things about you that you can't remember. Are you interested in that information?

[mnasthai]

[...]

I want to know it all.